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POV: You Have Absolutely Nothing To Offer A Man
I have nothing to offer a man. Similarly, I don’t want anything from a man to want to offer him anything in exchange! Men can keep their money in their wallets and their dicks in their pants.
I have nothing to offer a man. No, I don’t want to be there when a man is sick. When he loses a parent. When he loses his job. When he’s feeling emasculated. When he has a bad day. When he’s having a mid-life crisis. When he’s horny. When he needs comfort. When he’s stressed out from work. I just don’t give a shit, and I’m not apologizing for that either.
Women spend entirely too much time worrying about what value they can offer a man, and in exchange they only require him to exist and come with some paid bills. This unnecessary stress that’s clearly imbalanced between the sexes, coupled with the fact that with each day they remain single and childless they are growing ever so close to having an expired “sexual market value” to be married and bred, leaves them even more stressed out than they already are!
You mean to tell me that women are the only ones who are allowed to worry about the happiness, pleasure, and well-being of their partners and children while men are only responsible for themselves, regardless if they find themselves in relationships or marriages? This is the bullshit women call “finding love?!” Wild!
